Fantasy: The Second Miss Said She Was Ordinary

None of these eleven false gods dared to stand up.

The sudden fall of Titanos filled them with fear of the unknown.

This strange power that stole the characteristics of the God of Craftsmen is undoubtedly a being that surpasses them.

Saint Varna shrieked in fury: "A bunch of useless trash! Useless trash! Garbage—!"

The sound was like a demon from hell, piercing one's eardrums.

She has just taken power and is eager to make a name for herself, to show the venerable ones that she is no less than Saint Andes!

She absolutely refused to allow herself to ruin everything as soon as she took office.

His gaze slowly fell on one of the pillars of light.

Inside was a short, white-bearded old man.

"God of Order, you go."

The white-bearded old man seemed to have no reaction, but his fingers under his sleeve trembled slightly.

He didn't want to go.

But Saint Varna and the Star Clan, who bestowed upon him the identity of the God of Order, could also easily take it away.

Should they take the risk and try, or refuse outright and be executed?

The God of Order gritted his teeth, but finally nodded.

Perhaps Titanos offended someone and was stripped of his divine attributes?

He is usually very cautious in his dealings with others and should not have offended anyone.

Thinking of this, he grew a little bolder and opened his arms.

He issued his divine declaration to the masses.

"Usurpers! Devotees of oaths! All sinners stained with the poisonous blood of freedom!"

"Crawl!"

"I am the scales of your destiny, open your soul chests, and brand them with my eternally burning runes! I am Psykenos, the judge of the end, the god of order to which all laws return!"

"Drain your sinful blood and forge my immaculate dome of order! I will decide your breath! I will seal away your demise!"

"Crawl!"

His voice spread from the star realm, and his figure disappeared from the pillar of light, descending into the sky of the second heaven.

Saint Varna wanted absolute certainty; a single god of order was not enough to put her at ease.

“You, you go too.” She looked at another beam of light.

Inside was a middle-aged man with a large belly.

The middle-aged man's fat face trembled, clearly panicked: "Master, I..."

“You…” Saint Varna’s voice trailed off, leaving no room for argument.

The middle-aged man swallowed hard. He knew that if he refused, Saint Varna would execute him right now.

Should we die now, or go out and fight our way out before we die?

Let's give it a shot!

If all else fails, drag the God of Order down with you.

"Yes……"

He took a deep breath, raised his head, and opened his arms.

"Slave before the stove! Servant on the table! Every worm that has been touched by the smoke of cooking, kneel down!"

"I am Grossas, the Devourer, the Greedy One, the God of Food who controls your desires!"

"Kneel down on the filth with your trembling skins, and stuff your empty prayers back into your rotting throats!"

"I am the abyss of your hunger; I grant you satiation, and I rule over your hunger! Offer up your flesh and blood to feed your faint desires!"

Kneel down!

In an instant, the sound waves followed closely on the divine command of the God of Order, spreading from the Star Realm and reaching every corner of the Second Heaven.

There are not many believers of the God of Food among those who practice fasting, but the scope of the God of Food's divine power is extremely wide, at least much wider than that of the God of Craftsmen.

Even those who practice fasting still have a mouth, a tongue, a stomach, and intestines.

The desire for food, and even deeper greed, is controlled by the God of Food.

The people who were just shocked by the fall of the god of craftsmen suddenly heard the divine pronouncements of the god of order, Cykenos, and the god of food, Grossus, echoing in their minds.

Everyone, whether walking on the street, working in the workshop, or resting with their eyes closed, felt a jolt in their bodies and were instantly controlled by this terrifying divine power, their legs buckling and causing them to kneel on the ground.

The chaotic thoughts in their minds were forcibly organized by order, and everyone's kneeling posture became perfectly standard.

My internal organs began to riot, and a terrifying hunger struck like a tsunami, as if thousands upon thousands of insects were gnawing at my stomach and intestines.

The air became thick, the earth turned into a boiler, and sweat beaded on the skin, dripping with yellowish-white oil.

The images of Cygnus, the god of order, and Grossus, the god of food, emerged from the spiritual sea of ​​every creature under their control.

The short, white-bearded old man's eyes seemed to contain the laws of heaven and earth; just one glance was enough to make one's spirit tremble, and one wished to put shackles on oneself.

The majestic God of Food, with his enormous belly opening like the sky, his internal organs resembling a red abyss, churning up countless severed limbs as they were swallowed by the bottomless abyss.

On the God of Cookery's smiling face, his two bright eyes narrowed.

He said, “Devour it all!”

The God of Order's majestic face remained expressionless.

He said, "Judgment!"

The next moment, the phantom that had only existed in the sea of ​​consciousness suddenly materialized, and two solid bodies appeared in the sky.

Space was distorted, and cracks containing terrifying spatial storms appeared beneath their feet.

Like a nightmare come true, the terrifyingly huge abdominal cavity opened wide, and the drops that fell were not bright red blood, but transparent saliva.

A terrifying suction force came, and the people kneeling on the ground were uncontrollably sucked into the abyss in the abdomen.

The God of Order unleashed countless silver threads of judgment, and those who touched them were instantly killed.

"This is an overstepping of authority and should be punished!"

People were tumbling through the air in terror, screaming as they went.

"God of Cookery, great God of Cookery! Please spare me! I am willing to be your faithful follower! I am willing to offer all my faith!"

"Honorable God of Order, I have lived my life abiding by the law, and you are my faith. Please do not take my life!"

A low, rumbling laugh came from the sky: "The power of faith? That's not enough."

Some wept, some screamed, and some shouted, "I am willing to sacrifice all the livestock and grain in my household!"

"I am willing to sacrifice my feet and my freedom!"

"I'm willing to sacrifice my wife, please spare my life!"

Some people fell back to the ground, and more terrified people began to follow suit.

"I am also willing to sacrifice my wife!"

"And my two children!"

……

Within the enormous Xuan Guang Mirror, the divine might of the God of Order and the God of Food had already shaken the entire Second Heaven. Seeing this scene, the Star Clan members all breathed a sigh of relief, and Saint Varna also revealed a smile.

“Very good,” she said.

The fear of all beings will become nourishment for StarClan, and the power of their faith in the God of Order and the God of Food will be transferred to StarClan for their use through the cluster of star energy implanted in their minds.

Under absolute intimidation, all living beings on this continent will officially become slaves in the Star Clan's prison!

Qin Youyou stood silently to the side. By sheer coincidence, she had obtained both the Food God's trait and the Order God's trait through the treasure hunt. She just didn't know who should be equipped with them.